Eleventh Hour

Sometimes it feels like there aren't enough hours in the day for all the stuff I want to do. You guys have all seen me at my worst, when I'm slogging around, sleeping and generally avoiding work. This is me at my best, when I'm like some sort of genius demented squirrel-person; 

Oh! I'm going to play FF XII! Wait, no, I want to play Animal Crossing, sure wish I had the new one, no, no, I want to play Wind Waker, since I still haven't finished it, no, wait! I should work on the Spatterdash! site, 'cos it looks kinda ugly right now and I know I can make it pretty! Hang on! I want to draw some comics right now, since the inspiration is here right now and all. I should check one of my manga and see how my comic looks next to it, damn I suck, I  really should finish that series, get the second book, it's the only one I don't have. Ooh! Amazon has recommendations! That looks interesting, I should check it out online. This is a fun anime, I should watch all twenty-six episodes tonight. Hang on a tick, did I do the Japanese homework Ned gave us? Did Ned give us Japanese homework? Oh, wait, I forgot my book at school anyway. I still have to read The Road, though, maybe I should do that. Oh, Jesus, Ned has to read all of our abominations of post-apocolypse horror. Probably more grammatical horrors than the descriptive type. 

... So what if I am doing all of those right now?

Murphs

Money, money, money.

Guess what?! ChaCha paid me. It's more or less all gone by now, what with previous costs (PS2) and a bunch of Threadless Tees. Six. But you know ... totally worth it. 

I behind on The Road (Cormac McCarthy) the latest of Ned's seminars. About fifty pages behind. 

You all know this is one giant list of stuff to be done, right? I don't really care about what you think about the blog, here. (Yes I do.) I wonder if Chenoa is ever going to work on the yearbook. If she's leaving... who's going to do anything on it? It's probably the last year I'm going to give a rat's ass. I want a decent yearbook. Goddamn. If I have to do this myself, my life may be less dead than originally thought.

Hell. My second DnD group has apparently been meeting behind my back. I've been invited back, probably because I'm DECENT AT PLAYING, TERRANCE O'CONNOR. This doesn't matter to me. It's being arranged. 

I'm going to start ChaChaing again since I know for sure, you know, that they pay. 

One thousand plus questions in less than twenty days while working on the magickal novel of doom? Yes. Why the hell NOT?!

Aesthetically pretty,

Murphs

Success!

The presentation, for those of you not in attendance, was brilliant. 

But enough about me. Except for that announcement, I have only one thing to share with you: 

Mustaches of the Nineteenth Century

For all your archaic mustaching needs.

Wants a faceshelf,

Murphs

Set, Match indeed.

Hey. Hey. Guess what? 

I'm done. 

All the posters are pretty, with in-depth things of joy to do or read. 

There's a MacGyver sky lantern. 

There's a pattern for a paper boat, along with paper and a tub of water to set the boats to  sail in.

The scones are baked. The clotted cream is in the refrigerator. 

There's an optional pattern for a paper hat and newspapers at school. 

The flour is in a tupperware, and I'm pilfering Kibbles's balloons at school for the papier-mache bit. 

The steampunk gear is sitting on my desk, waiting to be worn. 

The zeppelin is the only thing left, to be painted and emblazoned with her name, the thing I thought I had plenty of; The HMS Entropy, ready to be presented, Your Majesty.

Murphs

You know what I should be doing right now? Working. You know what I'm not doing right now? Working. I'm such a masochist; yes, I will have this done by Friday! Assuming that I don't sleep for the next forty hours. There are zeppelins to be painted, posters to be made, scones to be baked and pamphlets to print. There is information to be memorized and a monocle MUST be found! There is a better pair of spats to be sewn and button'd. There are books to be found and books to be read and Japanese to be learnt and a novel to be written and a film to see! I AM NOT GOING TO SLEEP FOR THE NEXT FOUR DAYS. *slams head into wall and crais*AND OMG WHAT AM I DOING TALKING TO YOU? 

But a date has been set. I may be in over my head, but I can damned well start digging up.

Game. Set. Match. 

Murphs

Bribery!

My parents are attempting to bribe me with a car. No, really! They want me to go take a bunch of mundane classes at the community college so that they don't have to pay for and to keep me in the house longer. 

They've made me an offer I can hardly refuse; $250 towards a car for every class I take. I really DON'T want to sell out, but... a car means virtual freedom. 

Now, you're thinking; why not do it, Murphs? Go and get credit hours and free college credits and a car! There's a catch, though! THERE IS A CATCH THAT I SEE LOOMING ON THE HORIZON LIKE AN ELEPHANT IN THE CORNER. They don't want me getting away before the ABSOLUTE end of my senior year. This car is virtual freedom and figurative prison. I have no desire to stay in this town. I have been brought to Spokane against my will and have been on good behaviour, working hard to get out ever since. I WILL NOT STAND FOR THIS.

I wanted a nice, basic elephant. 

Murphs

OMG PLEASE

D'you all remember almost exactly a month ago, when I was really, really hoping I'd made the ChaCha cutoff? Well... I didn't. Everything is on Eastern time, versus Pacific time over here. Jesus Christ, though. When Ned suggested this, I didn't know it was going to be so hard. I s'pose I can only hope for a regular job soon. God knows I've filled out enough applications to bury a small child. 

In any case, I'm also going to start learning HTML so that my Spatterdash! site will begin to look most awesome. It's very complicated. 

Nothing clever to say,

Murphs

Waste of Time

My college trip was a total and utter waste of my time. And your enjoyment. After all, nobody got any Spatterdash! (no, there won't be one today) or any of my witticisms here (yes. You do get that today.) You don't get a whole lot, though, because I am quite tired. I hate bus-fulls of screaming kids, whether they be screaming teenager kids or of the younger variety. Damn kids. 

I want a duodecimal system...

Murphs

Damn you, Sandman!

I think I made him angry once upon a time. Maybe he's close friends with the teeth dragons? I have refused to place teeth under pillows since I was seven...

Oh, you probably don't know what the teeth dragons are. It's very simple. There are no tooth fairies, I'm afraid. Not one. There was a missing limb fairy, but I don't know if she's still working that job. 

Teeth dragons. The first thing: there are a dozen-dozen teeth dragons at every moment of every day. Exactly a dozen-dozen (that's a hundred and forty-four, for the maths impaired). To every tooth dragon, a human tooth is a thing of beauty; a sliver of anthropoid ivory. They pile them up in shoe box-sized dens and perch atop them, like their larger cousins do gold. 

Next: as for the money you receive from the teeth dragon, it's all fake. It's modern-day leprechaun money, and vanishes seven days after it's first touched by human hands. That's why teeth money isn't worth very much, nothing for an adult. One dollar missing? Whatever.

Yes. These are the teeth dragons, the far more interesting version of the tooth fairy I invented at a younger age when I though fairies were for girls. The best teeth dragons, I decided after the second time I read The Hobbit (the only Tolkien book I ever finished) at eight, I decided that teeth must attach to the bottom sides of the teeth dragons too, and they were obviously ivory-white themselves. 

I had a very strange childhood...

I miss the missing-limb fairy...

Murphs

Coming up later in the programme...

I'm going on a college trip this weekend. From early Sunday morning to Tuesday afternoon, a bunch of schools on the West Coast of Washington. Mind you, I don't particularly want to go to university in Washington, but any reason to go somewhere is very welcome indeed.

How excitin'. Anyway... I'm kind of avoiding maths  homework/tests, mostly 'cos I still haven't learned a damn thing, but partially 'cos I don't really give a rat's ass about Sande or his 'maths'. Anybody with sense can see that maths class is a play, the books props and all the students fools. Whatever. I've got the state-mandated 2 years worth of maths, and I've passed the maths WASL, so I really feel no obligation to do anything.

Hell, if Sande's going to be a douche and tell me I can't graduate from RLA with those credits, I'll go back to RHS for a semester. I'd be graduating early anyway. I've seen my credits sheet. I'm ahead.

Maybe U of Portland,

Murphs

President Elect

So the polls are closed, and Mr. Barack Obama is the new President Elect of the United States of America. 

I have nothing to add to this (hopefully) historical day. 

Murphs

OVERLOAD.

I repeat: Overload. 

It's only about a thousand-and-a-half words, I thought. It's only one webcomic, I said to myself. It's just one project, I told meself. It's only ten books, I announced, placing them on the library-books bookshelf. It's just one more thing, all the time, right? One more game, one more book, one more thing; I'm sure I can do just this one more thing by [date]! 

Overworked? What are you talking about? I'm not overworking myself, I'm an overachiever! I'm a go-getter! I am far too busy being a nerd to stop working.

01001100 01100001 01110100 01100101 0110010

Murphs 

PS: It's binary code!